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HAPPY NEW YEAR!!!!
New year, same old me.
But I like to make some resolutions each year. Just to give me some goals. But I make sure that they are goals that don’t necessarily rely on outside… anything. People, circumstances, anything that I cannot control.
I don’t make resolutions like “I’m going to get that promotion” or “I’m going to get a raise” or “X number of followers on social media” – I make resolutions that I, and only I, am in control of. Things like “I’m going to take on one extra work project a month” or “I’m going to post content on social media three times every week.”
Things that I actually have complete control over.
So, what are my New Year’s Resolutions for 2026?
1 - I’m going to finish the third “Freya & Friends” novel. It’s about 25% done, but I haven’t touched it in a year! They miss me and I miss them.
2 - I’m going to write a non-erotic novel involving a couple named Jim and Melody. That’s all I’m going to say right now (I don’t want to tip my cards), but definitely stay tuned for that! The plan is for it to be a deep look into the darker side of society with the hope that good can somehow prevail.
3 - I’m going to write an erotic (don’t worry, I haven’t turned my back on porny stuff!) adventure story. It may be 30-50K words. So, a novella of sorts? But I have a VERY crazy idea for this. And if you know me, then you know that crazy means CRAZY!
4 - I’m going to write at least two more Akari mysteries. They are about 10K words each, so not too long. In a really good week, I can write about 10K. It doesn’t happen often, but I’m intent on doing all of these resolutions!!
5 - I’m going to write at least one more Mulier/Sci-fi story. Again, these are around 10K words, so totally doable.
This, of course, is all in addition to my usual writing. I write short stories to enter into contests, sometimes an idea just hits me and I need to write something, editing, and my normal life things that take up my limited time.
So, this all adds up to around…
60 + 50 + 40 + 10 + 10 + 10 = 180K words
That’s almost 3.5K words a week. Crap. That’s kind of a lot. For every single week for an entire year.
Well, that’s my plan and I’m going to do my best to see it through.
BUT YOU CAN HELP!!!
If you care and want to read any of these, PLEASE feel free to contact me periodically and ask/nag me about which ones you want to read. Not only will that remind me to keep working on them, it will remind me that someone out there is waiting to read them. For me, writing is a very lonely endeavor, so knowing that someone is there with me really helps.
So, pester me!!
And one more thing…
What are YOUR resolutions for 2026?
Love, Frey
“Happy Anniversary to Me!”
In the fall of 2023, I wondered to myself: “If I wrote erotic fiction, would anyone read it?”
So, on December 1, 2023, I joined a site that publishes literature that’s erotic. Eight days later, I published my first porn story. And as it turned out, some people actually would read what I write. And some of those readers would even enjoy what I write!
And thus began the world of Story Freya and her boyfriend, Alex (soon to be fiancé, and then husband), and their two best friends, Cynthia and Katie. And since then, a whole slew of other fun characters like Akari and Maureen, Tartura, various hippos, Cackle Chicken the amazing superhero, Adam and Oriella, and more!
Here I am, two years later, and I’ve written stories totaling around 500,000 words. This includes two novels, a dozen or so novellas, a whole bunch of short stories, poems, a kooky “Mad Libs” type thing, some blog posts, and more stuff that I’m probably forgetting. I’ve made some good online friends like Alex, Figgy, Horse, and Bassy. I hooked up with a publisher and I now have my work available for purchase. Although the sales end up being pennies per hour of time spent writing, THAT is still truly a dream come true! And on top of all those amazing things, I have a subscription site coming up. So stay tuned in to the Freya-verse for that!!
And now, as I cast my gaze into my third year of writing smut and smut-adjacent stories, I wonder what comes next for the Freya Empire.
Well, over the last few months, a couple of readers have asked how they could show me their undying appreciation for my work. Of course, purchasing a downloadable book from Bookapy is a great way!
But they’ve done that.
Sharing my links is another good way for a reader to show that they care.
They’ve done that, too.
Sending me a respectful email/message or engaging with me online is always nice. But they also do that.
One of them asked about sending me an actual real item. A token of their appreciation. A little something extra. A gift.
Of course, I was flattered! I told them that that was not necessary. But this reader was quite insistent. Politely insistent, but insistent nonetheless.
I always thought that I would write something, someone would pay for a download, and everyone would be happy. The end. I had no idea that I, little ol’ Real Life Freya, would become a thing. I mean, it seems obvious now, but I guess my self-deprecating disposition ignored the fact that readers would actually care about the real person behind the stories.
So, here we are.
I’ve forked over the few hundred bucks needed to create a way for readers to shower me with gifts and presents and anything else that they deem appropriate. With appropriate being the operative word!
Now, I’m not going to tell anyone my bra size. I’m not going to tell them what sex toys I want (none, by the way – my tastes are quite conservative in that respect). Besides, all of that is private and between my husband and me. I write erotica and that’s where the public sexy stuff ends.
I talked a good friend of my husband’s into agreeing to open a post office box in his town and then forward any mail to me. You can contact me privately for that information, but bear in mind that I’ve gone to some lengths to protect myself. The post office box is not near my actual residence, and it will not be monitored by me, so there’s no personal information to be gained by a random reader.
When I told a few readers that I would be opening a physical mailing address, they did ask what types of things would be appropriate. Now, I know that some women who dabble in the sexy side of things online have a wish list and they get lingerie and whips and chains and whatnot that they then model for their viewers. But all I do is write, and readers can just contact me online and I can write a commission for them – no need for physical mail there.
Well, although any small gift anyone would care to send would be so appreciated by me, I do have a thought. This reader really pressed for some specific ideas!
Around the same time that I embarked on my erotic fiction journey, I found a really cool and really old silver quarter. I did some online research and kind of slowly fell into coin collecting. As a neat little hobby, the change has done me good. Ba-dum-tss! Get it? Change. Coins. Ha ha!!
Aaanyyywaayyy… with about a billion different types of coins in existence (and many of them quite expensive!), I quickly decided to focus on silver coins. I think they’re pretty and they can still be found “in the wild,” as they say, like that first quarter that I found in my change.
So, silver coins would be a MUCH appreciated surprise to receive in the mail!
And the best part is that they can be found in the return slot of those coin counting machines at the supermarket for free, they can be found in change, or even just purchased outright. And many of them are under five dollars US (at the current price of silver). So, you could totally make my day for less than one of those “buy me a coffee” things! If this is something that interests you, contact me (Bluesky, Twitter, via email, or through my publisher) and I’ll be more than happy to fill you in on what to look for, as I’m sure that not many people know a lot about numismatics (that’s the fancy word for “coin stuff”!) and I can provide you with the mailing address for my friend’s P.O. Box.
Let’s celebrate my porn anniversary, everyone!!!
Thank you all so much for traveling thus far on my erotic fiction journey. I have BIG plans for the upcoming year, so be sure to stay tuned!!!
Love, Frey
My publisher wants me to write less and promote more.
My brain keeps coming up with ideas for new stories.
My editor/erotic fiction co-conspirator wants me to do whatever I feel is right.
My publisher is outvoted.
I just finished up my second “Akari Hoshinatsu Mystery.”
My first one was the Akari “setup” story. It started with a late-night phone call that Akari’s best friend had been kidnapped. Clearly, this wasn’t a situation where sex would play a big role. In the second Akari story, I made up for that! So, without further ado (and with not much else to type), here’s an excerpt from “The Case of the Framed Cleaning Lady.” This is still in development, so ignore any typos, grammatical errors, and the like.
The strap-on that they had dubbed Danny Boy, was shocking in length but absolutely fearsome in girth. When they purchased it, they had to sign a legal waiver. In triplicate.
This dildo was not for the faint of heart.
“Lie down. I’ll lube it up,” Maureen told her petite lover with the gargantuan fake dick strapped to her. Akari made herself comfortable on the bed and looked at the giant dildo sticking up in the air like an erotic sundial. Akari would have found it comical if it wasn’t borderline terrifying watching her girlfriend impale herself on the thing.
But Maureen enjoyed every insane inch of it. She described it as “delightfully torturous.”
After liberally coating Danny Boy with lube, Maureen stood up on the bed, steadying herself with her hand on one of the canopy rails. “Ready?”
“Um-hmm.”
Akari watched as Maureen positioned herself above the alarmingly large head of the dildo. The circumference of which seemed almost as big around as one of Maureen’s legs. If Akari had not seen her girlfriend’s pussy swallow the entire thing at least half a dozen times before, she wouldn’t believe it was possible.
Playing with Danny Boy was not necessarily the sexiest thing for Akari – there was virtually no physical stimulation for her during the whole process – but she did enjoy watching Maureen's enjoyment. And for all that Maureen did for Akari, sexually and otherwise, Akari could certainly afford her lover this indulgence. Actually, Akari had begun to take a bit of perverse pleasure in watching Maureen’s self-inflicted torture
Maureen let go of the overhead rail, placed her hands on her knees, and took a deep breath. “Okay,” she said, more to herself than to Akari. As she started to press her body down on the dildo, Akari steeled herself for what was to come.
Akari watched as Maureen’s pussy lips parted, then pushed inside a little before they settled in and slipped around the tip of the bulbous faux cockhead. “The worst and best part,” Maureen muttered as she used one hand to rub her exposed clitoris while pushing her hips more firmly downwards.
Akari winced internally as Maureen’s pussy went from spread open to stretched out to obscenely overextended. Akari focused on Maureen’s finger rhythmically rubbing her pushed-out clit. Up, down, up, down, up, down. It was mesmerizing.
“Mmm, mmm, ungh,” Maureen grunted as her already tormented pussy reached the limits of its ability to deform, desperately trying to accept the very welcome intruder.
Huffing, Maureen crazilly thrummed herself, spurring herself on with her middle finger. She was almost to the slight flare of the head. After that, it would be relatively easy to get the rest of the strap-on dildo inside of her willing body.
“Unng.”
She bore down a little more. Akari could feel the pressure transmitting itself through Danny Boy to her pelvis.
“Umm,” Maureen growled.
Akari watched as Maureen’s reddened outer pussy lips – her inner ones nowhere to be seen – imperceptibly worked their way down the light pink dildo while Maureen continued to flay at her clit.
Maureen almost had the rounded head inside her.
A bead of sweat ran down her nose and fell onto Akari’s bare belly.
It was almost in.
And Maureen was almost there, herself.
Just one final tiny push.
Intently, Akari watched Maureen’s face. She knew that Maureen was approaching the leading edge of her first orgasm. Akari spread her arms out across the bed and with her palms down, grasped two small handfuls of comforter, ready for that final little push that they both were getting to know so well.
But Maureen wasn’t ready for that little push.
And it wasn’t little.
With a low grunt, Akari bucked her hips upwards, burying the next couple of inches of Danny Boy into her surprised lover.
“Aaaahhhh!” Maureen howled through the burning pain as the dildo tore into her vagina. Her howl morphed into a long high-pitched moan as a blindingly intense orgasm rocked her body. Barely keeping her balance and unwilling to let the head of the dildo, finally inside her, pop back out, she clutched at her knees determined to ride through the pleasurable pain.
She finally looked down at Akari. Looked into the fiery eyes of her lover that she had so lovingly painted. Maureen looked at the giant flame-red lipsticked grin and shook her head wearily. “You motherfucking cunt.” She took two shallow breaths. “I was not ready for that.”
“I know.”
Maureen stuck a trembling hand out to Akari, and wiggled her fingers. “Hand me the lube! Hand me the lube!” Akari did and Maureen slathered more onto her inflamed pussy lips, the rest dribbling down Danny Boy’s long and thick shaft. “Fuck. That was intense.”
“That was just the beginning,” Akari commented.
Maureen nodded as she capped the bottle of strawberry lube. It was Akari’s favorite flavor. “My legs are killing me.” Maureen tossed the bottle back up by Akari’s head.
“Mrrrr,” Maureen growled as she slowly relaxed her legs and sank further down the massive chunk of rubber splitting her torso in two. Akari lustfully watched Maureen’s pussy drag itself down the dildo. Maureen paused halfway to catch her breath, then continued to the bottom, finally settling with a grunt, her thighs resting on Akari’s hips.
Akari could feel the weight of her exhausted lover as Maureen waited for her body to fully accept Danny Boy.
Maureen tenderly rubbed the slight bulge just above her belly button. “I feel like I need a couple seconds for my insides to shift around.”
“I honestly have no idea where that thing goes.”
Wiping tiny beads of sweat off of her forehead and chest, Maureen gave Akari a weak smile and rubbed her formerly concave tummy. “This scraggly body of mine can handle a lot! Danny Boy has gone where no man – or woman – has ever gone before.” She smiled at Akari. “ALL the way in.”
Maureen wiped her eyes and took another deep breath. “Alright.” She gingerly started to rub her engorged and lewdly pushed-out clit. As she found a languid rhythm, she whispered, her voice dark with animal lust, “Play with your tits, my Asian Empress.”
Akari gave Maureen a demure smile, politely lowered her eyes, and spoke one of the very few Japanese phrases that she knew.
“Hai, anata.”
Yes, my love.
She had learned it just for Maureen.
As usual, I had to end it all sweet. I hope you enjoyed it and if you did, please let me know (sexyfreya1@gmail.com). Please share my work. And if you really liked it, purchase a book download. You can find my books here:
My books at Zbookstore
Thank you!
Love, Frey
Akari’s best friend, Greta, has been kidnapped. At least that’s what Greta’s father believes. Akari quickly finds herself in danger, while her newest lover, Maureen, has to sit by helplessly. Will they find Greta in time? Will Akari and Maureen’s budding relationship survive the mayhem?
And so begins a new series by young, female author Freya Gersemi. So far, not a single copy has been sold at Zbookstore. Granted, it has only been a few days, but still. Will you be the first? Will you be the one to put a smile on Freya's sweet face?
Oh, did I mention that it is under $2.00? And that it is the start of a new series?
The Case of the Kidnapped Friend
Posted by her agent ahorsewithnoname
Have you ever read a sexy story and wished that those amazing experiences were happening to you?
Have you ever read ANY story and wished that you could be a part of it?
Well, stop living vicariously through everyone else!
Take your sexual stimulation into your own hands!
Reach down and grab it and let your imagination run wild!
Let’s play. Just you and me.
Or you and anyone that you and I can imagine.
I want to write YOU into a sexy story.
“Mmmm. Yes,” I whisper into your ear as you shiver from the gentle tickle of my breath. My lips brush against your neck. “Push it all the way in. But slowly. Slowly.” My nose drags against your skin as you slide in deeper. Oh, I love how you smell!
I can feel you inside me.
“Yes. Just like that. Slow,” I moan. “I want to feel everything. Every inch of you.”
As you slip in further, I groan, “Ohhh! Yes!” I can feel my erect nipples press against you. You can feel them, too. Warm and rock-hard against your chest.
“More. More,” I urge, wrapping my legs around you.
You can feel the scorching heat of my insides surrounding you. Wet and hot and heavenly soft.
I look into your eyes and you can see all of the love, all of the passion, all of the fiery lust that I have for you. You see that tiny smile that I have that always sets your heart racing. That smile that I save just for you.
As you feel my arms wrap around your shoulders, pulling you in closer, you hear me ask, “Do you want to keep fucking me? Do you want to plow me until I’m just an exhausted sex-drunk ragdoll lying underneath you begging for you to stop?” And then my smile widens and you see an evil twinkle in my eye. “Or begging you to keep going?”
Well, do you?
Or do you want to grab my arms, flip me onto my stomach, and screw me in the ass?
You can be rough or you can be gentle.
You can share me with friends while I cry out for more or I can be a shy virgin hoping that you’re the one who will finally pop my cherry.
We can do anything that you want to do.
Do you want to watch me play with myself?
Do you want to shove a huge dildo into me?
I can shave and you can watch.
Do you want to kiss every inch of my body?
I can lick whipped cream off of you.
Whatever you want to do, we can do.
All you have to do is ask.
I’m here for you.
Join me in the adventure of a lifetime!!!!!!
Porn may be fun. And OnlyFans may be funner. But being right in the middle of it all is the FUNNEST!!!!
Let me put your wildest fantasies into words that you can enjoy over and over and over again.
Tell me your secret desires and let’s do this.
Shoot me an email at sexyfreya1@gmail.com. I want to make your sexiest dreams a virtual reality.
DISCLAIMER: All details of your story are to be mutually agreed upon. This includes story specifics, rate and method of payment, delivery timeframe, and any other items that may come up in our discussions. I reserve the right to refuse any story concept. But then again, everything’s for sale for the right price. Well… almost anything!!
ADDITIONAL DISCLAIMER: I will treat you with the utmost in love and respect. Please treat me the same way. Thank you.
Love, Frey
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